Sadly, America presently suffers a malady in regard to its moral fiber – a sickness in its common sense!

Need proof?

Look no further than Bill Clinton’s present book, “My Life,” selling like hot cakes.

Generally, it’s said, “you can’t tell a book by its cover.” This book is different, you can tell. It’s “kiss and tell,” in Bill’s case, or better yet, it’s kiss and don’t tell.

And then there’s the book title: “My Life.” It sounds so ordinary, so regular, so usual. A much better title would be: “My Life as Mighty Mouse in the White House!”

Sadly, millions of Americans will part with close to $30 per copy for Bill’s let-me-get-it-off-my-breast book. The sickness comes from the fact they should already know.

I won’t cough up a dime. Bill has already cost me enough in both dollars and sense.

John W. Benoit, Rangeley